Page 20 of Trashed to Treasured
“So good.” The pressure was intense at first, but as he continued to kiss me, my muscles relaxed and seemed to mold around him. “You’re perfect, Daddy.”
He groaned again and leaned further onto me, folding me almost in half as he bottomed out. “You’re the perfect one. Perfectly sweet.” He pulled out and then pushed back in. “Perfectly gorgeous.” He moved in and out again. “And perfectly mine. My perfect boy.”
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AARON
Finally experiencing all of Brody was more emotional than I thought it would be. There weren’t any tears, but my heart felt like it was bursting out of me every time he looked into my eyes or flashed me a smile…or called me Daddy.
He came with just a few strong pumps, and I was quick to follow, emptying into the condom while imagining I was coating his insides with my seed.
Fully claiming him as mine.
After several long minutes of just cuddling and being close together, I trudged to the bathroom to get something to clean us up with.
When I got back to the room, Brody was stretched out on the bed like an X, fully unwinding all the tension from his taut muscles.
I just stood there for a second, admiring his smooth, unblemished skin, wanting to start our amazing night all over again. “What would you like to wear, sweetheart? Do you want to put your footies back on?”
He rolled his head to the side with a shy smile on his face. “Maybe my onesie?”
“That sounds nice and comfy. Where is it?”
His tongue slipped out across his lips as he gave me a sidelong look. “Top drawer. In the back.”
I dug it out from underneath several pairs of socks and underwear and then helped him put it on. Unlike the last time when I had to be careful about touching him while he was vulnerable, I took full advantage of the opportunity to hold his balls and softened cock away from the snaps. Then once they were snapped in place, I gave him a nice rub to smooth down the fabric. “You look perfect.”
He smiled contentedly and fell back onto the pillow. “Now I’m sleepy.”
“You’ve had a long day. Busy boys need lots of sleep.” I picked up the bag I’d left on the floor. The one with the few extra toys I brought for him. There was a new pacifier with “Daddy‘s Boy” printed on the front.
“Busy daddies do too. Will you stay?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” Reaching into the bag, I felt around for the pacifier. “I brought something for you, but it’s up to you if you’d like to use it tonight. It’s okay if you don’t need it.”
His eyes were fully open and alert. “A present?”
“I brought a few things, but this is one of them.” I held up the pacifier and showed him what it said on the front. “Would you like to try it?”
Brody bit the tip of his finger then nodded. Then his mouth dropped open as he waited for me to drop it inside. As soon as it was between his lips, he locked onto it, and laid back against his pillow. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes.
I slid onto the bed behind him, pulling his back to my chest and holding him tightly. “Good night, my sweet boy.”
He wrapped both of his arms around mine and put my closed palm right below his chin, sucking vigorously on the pacifier.
The rhythmic motion of his sucking lulled us both to sleep within a few perfect moments.
* * *
The next morning, my alarm went off right at six. Most days I was up well before my alarm, but with Brody sprawled across my chest and a leg snaked around mine, I could have stayed in bed forever.
But we both had to get to work, so I couldn’t let him sleep all morning, even though it was damn tempting to do it.
He still had the pacifier in his mouth and I knew he was waking up when I heard the telltale sound of suckling.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” I rubbed his back from neck to ass then back up again. “It’s time to wake up.”
Brody groaned and popped the pacifier out of his mouth then rested his chin on my chest. “I can’t wake up yet.”
